Текст песни Fire Pon Ah Weak Heart - Bushman

Intro:
Lawd have mercy
Wooooh yow wooooh
Wooooooh well
Chorus:
Mi bun a fire pon a weak heart
Bobylon and dem free talk could a neva get me down
And though they try to use me
And abuse me
A leave dem wid a frown
Mi bun a fire pon a weak heart
Bobylon and dem free talk could a neva get me down
And though they try to use me
And abuse me
A leave dem wid a frown
They work us for so long
On dem plantation
And mi neva get pay
Our gold they stole away
How many life dem slay
Now dem work seh slap dem in dem face.
Fire yes
You and your crook can go to hell
For after we nuh under your colonial spell
And all those false doctrins that you compel
Eh
And all those books you stole away
All those kids you led astray
Wait till your judgement day
Bobywrong.
Mi bun a fire pon a weak heart
Bobylon and dem free talk could a neva get me down
And though they try to use me
And abuse me
A leave dem wid a frown
Mi bun a fire pon a weak heart
Bobywrong and dem free talk could a neva get me down
An though they try to use me
And abuse me
A leave dem wid a frown
See yah
Ghetto youths mi a beg you be wise
Cuase pirates they will strike by night
And want come trick you you with dem black and white
Wooo lord
Eeeeeh
But be careful of what you sign
Cause some things get you victimized
And it would get you paranoid
So burn dem out
Fire burn a weak heart
Bobylon and dem free talk could a neva get me down
And though they try to use me
And abuse me
A leave dem wid a frown
Mi bun a fire pon a weak heart
Bobylon and dem free talk could a neva get me down
An though they try to use me
And abuse me
A leave dem wid a frown
Wooooh woooh
Wooooooo weell
Woooo
Woooo oooy
See yah now
They work us for so long
On dem plantation
And mi neva get pay
Our gold they stole away
How many life dem slay
Now dem work seh slap dem in dem face.
Wooo yooow
Dem and dem crook can go to hell
Cause after we nuh under dem colonial spell
And all those false doctrins that they compel
Yea yea y yeaaaa welll
And all those books you stole away
All those kids you led astray
Wait on your judgement day
Mr neck tie man
Mi bun a fire pon a weak heart
Bobylon and dem free talk could a neva get me down
And though they try to use me
And abuse me
A leave dem wid a frown
Mi bun a fire pon a weak heart
Bobylon and dem free talk could a neva get me down
An though they try to use me
And abuse me
A leave dem wid a frown